Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
DNA,
Swans,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.